Deafening silence
and the torture
Of stillness
The quiet awe
Of when hearts break
Shattering glass
With no sound
Just pieces of thought matter
And stains of emotions
Smeared
No one will look up
Because pain has no sound
No warning
Except to pen a tear
The silent scribble
Of the scribe
When hearts break
In crowded rooms
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Thanks for sharing.
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My pleasure:)
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Beautiful !
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Thank you.
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Oh wow.
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Beautiful EC 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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